June 8, 2008
She sits,
Fetal position in a corner.
Afraid just to speak
In case her voice breaks
Because that’d mean
Losing to herself
When she’s already lost
Against the world.

They lie,
Staring at the opposite wall.
Too stubborn to say
Sorry before the other
Because that’d mean
Giving up first
When they’ve already given up
Everything to be here.

He leans,
Supported by the wooden door.
Confused in his existence,
Not remembering his name
Because that’d mean
Admitting his past
When he’s too ashamed
Of his mistakes.

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